Be Wary

 Be Wary

You must wake guarded.

Everything must be suspect.

April First draws nigh...

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Once

Once

Once it was a dream
To write as a Journalist
For a newspaper.

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved 

Poisonous

Poisonous 

A shameless people
Poison the society
that tolerates them. 

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Sunday

 Sunday

A beautiful day
for Wesselman Woods, hiking,
and family fun!

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved 

Tipping

 Tipping 

Sanity is lost 
Leaders blinded by shekels
We suffer their rule. 

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved 

The Trolls

The Trolls

Trolls came out in force today
and assailed my comment section,
not to listen to what I had to say
just slurs, goyspeak, and projection.
First, to avoid hypocrisy,
I did not block them or their words,
their slurs, or derision of me.
Then it turned violent and absurd
and I could no more entertain
that horde in its depravity.
With no more ado or refrain
I blocked them from activity.
Thus depriving them of their play,
I gain respite, at least today…

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Returned

Returned

I shake off the dust
from the last state from my shoes
as I arrive Home.

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Trolls

 Trolls 

Swarmed by Trolls today,
forced to block and delete them
due to slurs and threats. 

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved 

Weeping Ghosts

Weeping Ghosts

Ghosts of the past
stand amidst modern designs, 
weeping at "Progress". 

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved 

Late Check-in

Late check-in 

A late stroll at night,
Fresh space to smoke my cigar 
And try to relax.

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved 

Second Place

Second Place

Walking with my son,
as stars and moon disappear...

we race against rain. 

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

One of those days

 One of those days

Feeling off-kilter,
I want to move, but I don't
So I must force it...

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Disconnected

 Disconnected 

A day on the road,
Then a trek through the forest,
A whole world away...

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved 

Our Motto

 Our Motto

Attacks from our foes, 
Betrayals from our allies,
And yet: We Endure.  

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved 

Jubilee

 Jubilee

We need a reset
to wipe out all of our debt
that keep us in chains. 

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Explanation

Explanation 

They call it morning,
because dreamers often mourn
waking from their world. 

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Pinch Vaccine

Pinch Vaccine 

A Shamrock necklace, 
and a green marker's scribble
my daughters save me. 

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Relics

Relics

How soon until they are completely gone?
I sit and watch the old-timer thumb through
an outdoor magazine, a doe and fawn
barely seen through the cover’s yellowed hue.
It’s fellows, still waiting on the display,
to entertain or simply pass the time
of some poor soul on any given day,
but their purpose, like them, is past its prime.
For computers, tablets, and of course phones
Can distract a soul for eternity...
And so the rack is often left alone
another victim of modernity
Save for the random old-timer or two
while waiting, pick them up for quick review. 

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Author note:

I was struck with the thought of this poem while waiting at the Mechanic today. The newest magazine on the waiting rack was 2013. An old timer looked at one for a spell before he started watching the Tv, and I couldn't help but wonder how much longer businesses would supply the waiting room with magazines (or TV's for that matter) when everyone has a distraction device at the ready when they walk in anyhow.

Chest Day

 Chest Day

Up before the sun, 
Bench press, dumbbells, flies and dips
All increased by five!

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved 

True Leader

 True Leader

Giorgia Meloni
Working for her own people...
Trump could learn from her. 

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved 

Gypsy

 Gypsy 

Waiting for the fight, 
Rooting for the Crusader!
Victoria bless...

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved 

Interpreting

Interpreting

I dreamt quite a tale,
and figure it is my mind
screaming to be more.

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

The Lie

The Lie

Building back better
that's their line, but they only 
lined their own pockets. 

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

A Find!

A Find!

Twenty miles of rain, 

a second hand camera

a gift for my girls. 

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Lodge

Lodge

Memories flood back:
Old faces, names, and events.
I've been gone too long. 

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

A Fall to Applause.

A Fall to Applause

Iran's missiles keep on dropping
With no signs yet that they're stopping,
The Iranians won't relent
 now the Iron Dome is failing. 

With nothing offered for blocking,
Tel Aviv shaking and rocking,
The sirens have fallen silent,
yet there is plenty of wailing. 

As Israel Starts to struggle,
from beneath the Gazan rubble
there is now heard the sound of cheers
with every explosion and burst.

For Israelis are now learning
the pain of their own homes burning,
the pain of loss, and unchecked tears,
as they receive their just desserts. 

The West no longer united,
the masses, in fact delighted,
That Israel  seems to falter,
and we could be free of their curse.

So they have increased their spending
to keep propagandists spinning,
to splay us upon their altar,
for a few more coins for their purse.

Politicians who have been bought,
blackmailed, or threatened...the whole lot...
panic as the narrative slips,
and the internet does its thing.

They can no longer take delight
in  their evil, hidden from sight.
Control no longer in their grips;
 their arrogance their undoing.

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Vision

Vision

American Folk
Deserve a Jubilee Year
All debts forgiven.

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Outdated

 Outdated

They sprung us forward,
Though I have no field to tend, 
Sleepy, all for naught...

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved 

Country Lullaby

Country Lullaby

Thunder rocks the house, 
Wind and rain sing a duet 
Against the tin roof.

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved 

Sleep Paralysis

Sleep Paralysis. 

Wake. Frozen in place.
Can't move. Can't scream but shadows
dance around in glee.

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Worms on the Blacktop

 Worms on the Blacktop

The rain drew them out
like lost souls looking for light
finding only pain.

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Sorting

Sorting

I woke up feeling heavy,
mentally so, not fat, though I am…
Like I am under water, and the air presses against me,
squeezing,
tightening tighter and tighter…

It doesn’t help that the sun is gone,
behind the clouds,
if it is there at all.
If I am here at all.
Am I still dreaming, you think?

Did the world end?

Was it us?
Was it Israel?

My family is here, so it isn't hell,
But I am here, so it isn't heaven.

Did Cern start up?
Did they rip the fabric again?
Did that weird assed fog I saw yesterday roll in?

The sky doesn’t look right.
I don’t feel right.
If so much is wrong, then I should know…
…right?

A pinch.
A slap.
A cup or two of coffee…

No startling awake scene follows.

I think I exist, so perhaps?

So, heavy as I am,
energy warbled,
and aura off kilter
all around out of sorts,
I face the day.
If it is the day…

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Heavy

 Heavy

Woke up feeling off,
I can't recall my nightmare,
and yet, it lingers.

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Dreams

 Dreams

Looking at a house, 
Old, beautiful, and perfect...
Just out of my reach...

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved 

In need of Reprieve

In need of Reprieve

We are exhausted
of lying leaders, their lies,
and their agendas.

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

Desperation

Desperation

They will start whole wars
To keep the pedo elite
From standing trial.

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved